The Monster is Coming

Chapter 378 We Are the Protagonists
Upon hearing Ji Chen's slightly smug question, the Dragonborn's pupils contracted sharply.

It slowly turned its head, and a familiar yet unfamiliar face was reflected in its golden vertical pupils.

I was so captivated by the awe-inspiring scenes on the battlefield that I completely forgot about this old friend who had suddenly appeared beside me.

Memories associated with it come flooding back at this moment.

Their first encounter was in a prison built by the White Demon, where all the creatures imprisoned were forced to cultivate special techniques, becoming the White Demon's furnaces for absorbing power.

At that time, Ji Chen was huddled in the darkest corner of the prison.

His body was so thin it was almost unrecognizable; the outline of his bones was clearly visible beneath his pale skin. His wrists were bound with chains of restrictions planted by the white demon. His eyes were dim, staring blankly out of the cell, like a living puppet.

Other newly arrived prisoners would at least struggle and express their anger through roaring and other means.

But Ji Chen was as quiet as a dead man at that time, as if he had given up and accepted his fate of becoming an energy furnace.

It was imprisoned right next to Ji Chen at the time.

But sitting idly by and waiting for its demise has never been in its nature.

Even as a prisoner, it never imagined it would be confined to this cage forever.

Believing this to be merely a challenge before venturing into the monster world, he viewed the cage as a new battlefield and began devising a plan to break the deadlock.

It would be difficult to break through the numerous blockades set up by the White Demon on an individual basis.

So it thought of the other prisoners in the team's cell.

Ji Chen, who was imprisoned with it, became its primary target.

But Ji Chen was depressed at the time and had already given up hope of survival. He believed that he was destined to never escape the prison and that he would only ever become nourishment for the White Demon to gain power.

Therefore, it needs to inspire Ji Chen to fight and give him hope to live.

So, one day, it took the initiative to ask Ji Chen:

"Hey, do you even know the difference between a warrior and a beast?"

Ji Chen looked at it with a confused expression, then shook his head in puzzlement.

Its answer is:
"A beast, once tethered, will resign itself to its fate, while a warrior will think about when he can bite the enemy's throat."

When Ji Chen heard his answer, he simply lowered his head and remained silent, unwilling to respond further.

But it did not give up, and proved its determination to Ji Chen with its actions.

It began to actively resist the guards, even though it was tortured and injured as a result.

It wanted to show Ji Chen the will to never bow down, even in dire straits.

During this time, she also mentioned the outside world to Ji Chen.

For example, the mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas of one's own world, those battlefields burning with free will, and those living beings still struggling.

These stories include the perilous places it conquered and the comrades it fought alongside.

Finally, after one night of nutrient extraction, Ji Chen took the initiative to ask it:

"Why resist when there's clearly no chance of winning?"

At that moment, it knew that a seed of resistance had taken root in Ji Chen's heart.

It smiled and told Ji Chen:

"Since pain is unavoidable, rather than rotting in shackles, it's better to burn for a moment in the flames and die in the most spectacular way."

Later, Ji Chen told me that those words were like a sharp knife, cutting open the deepest cowardice in his heart.

It was at that moment that he decided to join the resistance.

After that, they concealed their strength, lay dormant in their cages, and continued to expand the scale of their resistance against the White Demon Alliance.

It personally taught many creatures from the swamp world how to strengthen their bodies through breathing and how to stop the White Demon's furnace method from draining their life force.

After a long period of dormancy, they finally got the chance to break free from their predicament.

Having figured out the guards' rotation schedule in advance, they launched their attack.

That night, blood and fire exploded in the darkness.

The chains were broken, the cage was shattered, and the prisoners who had once been used as furnaces roared and rushed out, sweeping everything away like a flood.

Its breath transformed into raging flames, causing white demon watchtowers to collapse in the fire and illuminating the path for the fleeing people.

After escaping, they returned to the sea like fish, growing wildly under the shadow of the White Demons' rule.

It taught the rebel fighters how to toughen their bodies, straighten their bent spines, and rekindle their fighting spirit in their numb eyes.

The former slaves no longer hunched over; through cultivation, they forged their muscles and bones into steel, and with each breath, they could draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The rise of the resistance was like a storm that swept across the land.

They raided the White Demon Clan's mines, seizing rare spiritual materials to forge weapons powerful enough to sever shackles.

They continuously stormed the prisons, freeing more slaves and growing their ranks like snowflakes.

Every raid, every bloody battle, only fuels the flames of resistance.

The boy who once huddled in a cage, filled with despair, has transformed into a true warrior during this time.

He learned to control all things with his mind and how to make his mental power as sharp as a blade.

Learning tactical simulations allows one to discern the enemy's weaknesses on the ever-changing battlefield.

They also learned how to turn limited resources into the most lethal weapons, maximizing every bit of strength.

He was no longer that cowardly prisoner, but had transformed into a sharp blade of the resistance, and in its eyes, the most reliable brother.

On the battlefield of blood and fire, they fought back to back, their dragon breath and psychic power intertwining to form a deadly net.

When breaking through desperate situations, they worked together seamlessly, understanding each other's tactics with just a glance.

It clearly remembered that when it was besieged by the White Demon elite in Broken Soul Valley, it was Ji Chen who used his mental power to hold up the collapsing cliff and create a passage for the entire army to retreat.

When Ji Chen fell into the poisonous swamp exhausted, it burned its life force and used its dragon body to shield him from the rain of energy, allowing it to escape successfully.

This friendship deepened during the long years of struggle.

They shared the last piece of rations by the campfire, laughed loudly at the starry sky after victory, and silently bumped fists at a comrade's funeral.

The hardships and dangers they faced together, the moments of life and death, forged their brotherhood into a bond deeper than blood ties.

At the end of this "journey of resistance," they fulfilled the vow they made in prison and completely overthrew the White Demon Dynasty.

The once high and mighty White Demon Clan was crushed into history.

At this point, they had already reached the pinnacle of power in the White Demon world.

However, it had no interest in taking over the rule of this small world from the White Demon Clan. It chose to bid farewell to Ji Chen and prepare to return to its clan to continue the unfinished ascent from back then.

Ji Chen also chose to return to his home world, allowing his lifeless body to rest in peace.

The Dragonborn has never forgotten this relationship.

Even in the monster world, he would occasionally recall that old face with a full head of white hair.

Those were his good brothers who had fought alongside him and faced life and death together.

Memories are like the wind, sometimes gently brushing against the heart.

But it never thought of looking at Ji Chen again.

It believes that some bonds should remain at their most beautiful moment.

Ji Chen chose to rest in peace in its hometown, but its journey continues.

Rather than shattering this perfect farewell, let our good brother live forever in our memories, still as spirited and dashing as he was on the battlefield back then.

Memories can be cherished, but they should not become chains that bind wings.

This is the best tribute to that glorious era.

……

The memories sealed deep within the Dragonborn surged violently at this moment, and upon seeing Ji Chen suddenly appear, their eyes were filled with undisguised shock.

Many questions were answered at this moment.

It suddenly realized that the reinforcements that had descended from the sky on the battlefield were from this old friend.

Clearly, this old friend knew it was in dire straits and led a mysterious legion to its aid.

But new doubts kept arising in my mind.

It carefully examined Ji Chen, who was all smiles. His hair was indeed as white as it remembered, yet it was quite different from what it remembered.

A closer look reveals that this pallor is completely different from the appearance after the body's vitality was exhausted. It is as if it has been stained by some kind of force, emitting a faint glow, which is merely an ornament.

What shocked him even more was that Ji Chen looked much younger, with firm skin and the fine lines around his eyes had disappeared.

The weariness and lethargy in its eyes had vanished, replaced by a confidence that felt foreign to it.

But it remembered clearly that when they parted, Ji Chen's life was like a candle flickering in the wind. It had tried various methods to save him, but none of them could stop Ji Chen's life from declining.

Ji Chen once said that he was willing to go to the Super World with it.

It chose to refuse because Ji Chen's life was nearing its end and he was simply unable to establish himself in the monster world.

but now.

Standing before it, Ji Chen exuded a calm and steady aura, his life force radiating vitality.

It didn't understand what Ji Chen had gone through.

Why did it turn out like this?

Also, why did he appear in the monster world?

Before parting ways, it set up a teleportation array in White Demon City, pre-setting the spatial coordinates of Ji Chen's hometown world.

In its mind, Ji Chen had already returned to his homeland, returning to his roots.

Having lived together for over 200 years, they had shared their pasts with each other, so it knew Ji Chen's background very well.

It is clear that Ji Chen was originally a being from a swamp world before he descended into the other world.

That world had no spiritual energy, nor any spiritual materials. Technological development was limited by the limits of materials science, and there was no supernatural power.

Therefore, Ji Chen's future should have been to rest in peace in his homeland.

Furthermore, why is Ji Chen connected with the forces of the monster world, and why is this mysterious legion subject to Ji Chen's command?

Even at the cost of losing troops and soldiers, they still want to participate in this support war?
Finally, how did Ji Chen learn that it was in trouble...?

One question after another flooded his mind, and the Dragonborn was completely bewildered.

It couldn't understand these problems at all, nor could it find a way to solve them.

"Ji Chen?!"

Its voice was hoarse, and the shock in its heart was beyond words.

"Are you trying to ask me if I shouldn't be dead?" Ji Chen grinned.

He finally experienced the joy of showing off in front of his old friends.

Seeing the shock in the Dragonborn's eyes, I felt incredibly satisfied.

"What exactly have you been through?"

"That's a long story. Let's finish the fight first, then we can talk about the details... The real show is just beginning."

As he spoke, Ji Chen's gaze swept towards the front of the battlefield.

Upon hearing this, the Dragonborn suppressed the surging emotions within him and turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

The clash between the battle formation and the giant shadow hand is in full swing. Every strike of the battle formation can tear apart swathes of shadow, but the giant shadow hand can always draw new power from the void. Countless tiny shadow tentacles wriggle at the wounds, quickly restoring them to their original state.

Just then, the earth trembled.

A massive, pitch-black phantom slowly rose from the depths of the Devouring Clan's camp.

This giant, formed from pure shadow energy, has a body hundreds of meters tall but lacks any physical form. As this body was created, a terrifying pressure swept across the land.

As the head took shape, two flickering shadowy flames ignited from its eye sockets.

As the flames flickered, the surrounding light was twisted into distorted threads.

Shadows intertwine and condense into a skeletal armor covered with barbs, with three pulsating dark red hearts placed outside the body at the chest. With each beat, the light in the world dims a little.

"Devouring Dharma King..."

The dragonborn uttered these four words through gritted teeth, his golden vertical pupils suddenly contracting.

The strength displayed by the reinforcements clearly made the mastermind hiding behind the scenes restless, and he chose to take action personally at this time.

The moment the phantom fully materialized, a terrifying pressure descended like a curtain from the sky.

The dragon-winged warriors at the edge of the battlefield were bent over by the pressure, their bones creaking under the weight of the invisible force.

The blood within the dragon's body began to boil, and its scales stood on end.

It felt it couldn't let the reinforcements Ji Chen brought face this terrifying existence alone; it was only right that it join the battle.

Just as it was gathering its strength to launch, a hand gently pressed on its shoulder.

"Don't move." Ji Chen's voice was very calm.

"They are fighting to the death. How can I sit idly by and watch the reinforcements face a powerful enemy alone?"

Ji Chen's lips curled slightly as he surveyed the battlefield:

"Fight to the death? Old Yi, you've clearly misunderstood. This is just their game. As for those who die in battle... they don't really care. The game has only just begun."

Just then, the earthquake intensified.

The Dragonborn suddenly turned his head to look at the battlefield, and saw a figure rising into the air in the center of the main force of the player army.

This figure was none other than the God-King.

At this moment, he raised his right hand, and a battle formation token rose above his head.

Purchased for 2500 million sacrificial power, the "Boundless Yama" battle formation, capable of accommodating 10000-99999 players, is activated.

"Brothers, I'll form the head, you all take your positions."

Accompanied by the God-King's shouts in the warband channel.

In an instant, the clouds above the battlefield were torn apart by an invisible force, and billions of shimmering white spiritual patterns surged from the token, weaving together like a river of stars around the God King to form a massive array framework.

Countless spiritual patterns rapidly moved and combined, eventually condensing into complex patterns that covered the earth. Golden-red flames suddenly ignited at the edges, as if the entire sky had been transformed into a furnace for forging divine weapons.

Immediately, the player legion, which was fighting a bloody battle, moved.

Three of the battle formations that had already been formed collapsed and disintegrated, and the figures in the battle formations rushed towards the ten-thousand-person battle formation formed by the God King.

Stand at the glowing point, just as we had rehearsed countless times before.

As more and more players returned to their positions, the token above the God King's head emitted a dazzling light. Before long, 99,999 figures were in place.

Some of the players had already died in the previous battle, and their positions were filled by substitutes from other squads.

At that moment, their spines lit up simultaneously, resonating with the spirit rune array in the air.

A continuous stream of life force burst forth from within, infusing the player formation with "fresh blood".

Suddenly, the entire battle formation burst into a blinding light.

"rise!"

The God-King's voice boomed like thunder.

The spiritual runes in the center of the array suddenly contracted inward, and the auras of 99,999 players merged perfectly at this moment. Black streams of light shot into the sky, intertwining and outlining in the air, and finally transformed into a towering phantom of a demon god.

The phantom wore a battle helmet and a ferocious mask.

Its exposed eyes burned with a light more intense than the sun, and its armor was formed from the life essence of 23829 gargoyles embedded by players who had taken damage.

Behind them, the radiance of light flowed and condensed into a golden wheel, inlaid with twelve energy weapons of various shapes. Just by hovering there, the sweeping shadow energy dissipated like the receding tide.

The inspiration for the battle formation's attribute arrangement came from Li Tie, the veteran's regiment commander.

Each "battle formation attribute" constitutes a weapon of war.

At this moment, the illusory figure of Yan Zun slowly raised his hand, and the moment his five fingers spread open, the spiritual energy of the entire battlefield was instantly drained.

The once rampant shadow tentacles broke apart inch by inch in the spiritual vacuum, and even the giant shadow hand condensed by the Devouring Dharma King showed obvious signs of stagnation.

As the phantom of Yan Zun clenched his fist, a golden light that stretched across the heavens and earth suddenly shone from his body. Wherever it passed, shadows, wails, or fear were crushed into the purest energy particles, which were then extracted by the Qi-eating process and transformed into Yan Zun's power.

The Dragonborn trembled as he looked at the phantom of Yama, which was half a head taller than the Shadow Giant.

Feeling the domineering power formed by the superposition of countless wills, he suddenly understood the meaning of the "game" that Ji Chen mentioned.

It had never seen such a terrifying battle formation.

This is clearly not a simple accumulation of power, but a perfect resonance and embodiment of 99,999 wills.

Every breath of the battle formation phantom seemed to cause the entire world to pulsate.

"What...what kind of power is this?" The dragonborn's voice was hoarse with disbelief.

Roar!
The shadow giant body that devoured the Dharma King then let out a deafening roar.

The three dark red hearts on the surface of the body pounded violently, spewing out a monstrous black tide. Countless shadow tentacles burst forth from the black tide, each wrapped with the death power that corrodes all things, strangling towards the Yama Venerable Dharma Image.

The golden flames in the eyes beneath Yan Zun's mask surged.

With a wave of his hand, the golden giant axe composed of 38238 powerful axes fell into his hand.

Facing the oncoming torrent of shadows, the phantom of Yan Zun swung his giant axe and swept it horizontally. The golden axe light poured down like a long river, and the shadow armor that the Devouring Dharma King had hastily condensed was instantly cleaved into three deep grooves, and the bone spikes embedded in his body were all turned into dust.

The three hearts in his chest pounded violently at the same time, and black mist gushed out like a fountain to fill the wound, but before it could heal, Yan Zun had already abandoned his axe and switched to a spear.

The second weapon is the Soul-Severing Spear, its tip wreathed in a ghostly blue light.

With a flick of his wrist, Yan Zun's spear shot out like a dragon crashing into the ground, instantly shattering the countless shadowy giant snakes that shot out from the shadows.

The terrifying mental impact caused the Devouring Dharma King to let out a shrill wail.

The shadow-formed body was instantly corroded by the rule-level mental impact, creating countless holes and emitting wisps of smoke as it hissed.

Just then, Yan Zun's third weapon arrived.

The Soul-Severing Spear in his hand automatically hovered behind his back.

What fell into my hands were two short blades, their blades swirling with dark matter that devoured light.

The Dharma Image suddenly shrank in size and its movement speed increased dramatically. Like a ghost, it circled behind the Devouring Dharma King and slashed down with its short blades, tearing open a spatial rift.

A large chunk of the shadow energy at the Dharma King's waist was forcibly ripped out, revealing countless tiny tentacles wriggling inside. Just as those tentacles were about to reassemble, they were shredded into nothingness by the energy emanating from the short blade.

The players in the battle formation roared in unison, and the pillars of star veins on their spines burned even brighter.

The weapon wheel behind the Yama Venerable's Dharma Image slowly rotated, revealing the fourth weapon: chains, the fifth weapon: a heavy sword, the sixth weapon: bone spurs... With each change of weapon, the Dharma Image's aura changed accordingly.

When wielding the sword, he moves with the speed of a whirlwind, the sword shadows weaving into an impenetrable net.

When wielding the spear, he is as steady as a rock, and his spirit-sealing properties can instantly pin down the shadow power flowing within the Devouring Dharma King's body.

Under the influence of the rules, even the Devouring Dharma King had difficulty circulating his energy.

This is war in the eyes of the Devouring Dharma King, but in the eyes of the God King and other players, it is a game outside.

It was more about testing the power of the battle formation.

Battle formations are rarely used on the battlefield of the Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range.

Because all three parties have their own trump cards.

The Earthly Bully possesses the Painful Tide Commander, who can rapidly grow by infusing the power of the Black Tide, and is a Rule-level unit: Demon Seed.

They are completely unafraid of the challenges posed by the battle formations and dharma forms.

When you really go all out, the extreme pain comes, amplified 99999 times, it's torture within torture.

On the Zerg side, the "Zerg Queen" is also used as a major weapon of war.

All three parties tacitly agreed to avoid using overtly powerful weapons.

Players can focus on farming sacrificial power, the Zerg can focus on collecting evolution data, and the Earth Bully can conserve its Black Tide energy. As for the other two beasts, it naturally won't use their ultimate weapons unless they use them.

Otherwise, you'll be the one who feels the pain.

However, in foreign wars, the battle formations and spells in the player's hands are the strongest killing moves.

The participating players were thoroughly entertained.

They won't allow it to be driven in their own area, but they can freely drive it in other places; there's no force to sanction them.

At this moment, the Devouring Dharma King roared again, and terrifying shadow power surged, turning into a torrent that suddenly poured down.

With a wave of his hand, the giant blade wrapped in the power of thunder fell into Yan Zun's hand.

The moment the blade was drawn, countless bolts of lightning suddenly struck down from the heavens, all converging on the blade's edge.

Cut it down with one knife.

boom!
The Shadow Tide was cleaved in two by lightning.

Wherever the lightning passed, the black mist evaporated and the tentacles disintegrated.

The Devouring Dharma King's right arm was severed at the shoulder, and the broken surface crackled with inextinguishable lightning.

But the next moment, the third heart in the Shadow Giant's chest suddenly burst, and the gushing black blood instantly regenerated into ten thicker arms, each wielding a different shadow weapon, which bombarded the Yama Venerable Dharma Image from all directions.

At this moment, the thunder blade in Yan Zun Fa Xiang's hand suddenly disintegrated, turning into lightning that shot to his back, and then returned to the form of a thunder blade. Afterwards, Yan Zun Fa Xiang turned and grasped a halberd that was entirely black.

The moment the halberd tip touched the ground, countless sealing runes suddenly appeared on the land within a radius of a hundred miles, and all the attacking shadow arms suddenly slowed down.

The sluggish characteristic is activated.

boom!
The next second, the halberd swept across, and the head that the Devouring Dharma King had created with shadow energy exploded, letting out a painful roar.

The remaining two hearts pumped frantically, attempting to regenerate the body.

The dragon descendants in the distance could see clearly that every time the phantom of Yan Zun switched weapons, the energy flow of the entire battle formation would be completely changed.

Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine players are inside the phantom, like gears of a precision instrument, capable of instantly reconstructing tactics.

In this battle, the Devouring Dharma King was completely put on the defensive.

Each of Yan Zun's weapons is imbued with the power of rules, and the Devouring Dharma King can only frantically beat his heart, which symbolizes the energy core.

The black mist covered his entire body like a tide, and each time it was shattered, a new body emerged from the black mist like shedding its skin, but the cracks on the new body became more and more numerous.

Even with its powerful recovery capabilities, it was still no match for the battle formation composed of over 90,000 players.

Just as the third heart was pierced by the bone spear in Yan Zun's hand, Devouring Dharma King suddenly let out a sharp shriek.

The howl was filled with dense shadow energy, and the Devouring Warriors behind them suddenly stopped moving upon hearing it, the shadows on their bodies boiling violently.

Then their bodies went limp on the ground like melted asphalt, turning into streams of black water that flowed along the ravines and cracks toward the Devouring Dharma King.

"It is sacrificing its race!" the dragonborn hissed.

"Don't worry, they know what this guy is doing better than you do," Ji Chen said calmly, knowing that his brother possessed analytical abilities.

At this moment, in the center of the battlefield.

As the Devouring Dharma King was repelled by the spear, its body twisted and swelled. The Shadow Stream that flowed into its body condensed into jagged bone spurs on its surface, some of which transformed into new hearts that beat wildly at the original wound. This time, there were as many as 12 hearts.

The head twisted and eventually coalesced into a giant face covered with compound eyes.

The Yama Venerable Dharma Form gave the Devouring Dharma King no chance to digest the energy of the race.

The moment the bone spear was withdrawn, it was replaced by an axe, and a golden battle axe burning with golden flames appeared from the wheel behind him.

cut!
The roar emitted by the Yama Venerable Dharma Image sounded as if countless players were shouting at the same time.

Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine strands of life energy flowed into the golden battle axe along the spiritual patterns.

The golden flames suddenly surged, and before the axe blade even landed, the ground beneath the feet of the Devouring Dharma King was already scorched with ring-shaped marks. The newly formed bone spikes disintegrated prematurely under the high temperature, turning into pungent black smoke.

The Dharma King roared and swung his massive arm to block, while dozens of eyeballs on his head, which was covered with compound eyes, simultaneously shot out shadow rays.

But the moment the battle axe fell, all the rays were evaporated by the golden flames, and the giant arm melted like ice meeting fire the instant it collided with the battle axe.

boom!
The Devouring Dharma King's massive body was forced back by the raging hurricane, and half of the twelve hearts that had just formed in his chest exploded into a bloody mist.

Just as it was about to summon the remaining shadows to reassemble its body, the Yama Venerable Dharma Form closed in, its empty left hand forming a fist, the fist surface condensing a spirit array formed by the compressed battle formation attribute skill "Great Annihilation" created by the characteristic power released by the player.

Then the battle formation attribute formed by the Qi was activated, transforming into the power that propelled the Yama Venerable Dharma Image, and the energy of this world was once again drained.

The fist slammed down with a suffocating pressure.

The fist struck first, causing the shadow energy around the Devouring Dharma King to collapse inward. The bone armor formed from absorbing the energy of the race cracked inch by inch, and the eyeballs on the compound-eyed giant face shattered one after another, flowing out shadowy black mist.

boom!
The fist imprint struck the Dharma King squarely in the chest, as if the entire battlefield had been silenced.

The next instant, a terrifying shockwave spread out from the fist imprint, instantly engulfing and spreading.

The violent impact forced even the Dragonborn and Ji Chen to retreat, their vision obscured by the sandstorm, and the earth continued to tremble.

When the smoke cleared, a huge scorched earth crater appeared on the battlefield.

The Devouring Dharma King's body caved in like a crumpled piece of paper, and 11 hearts extinguished and exploded, leaving only the last one barely clinging to life under the protection of shadow energy.

But the offensive of the Yama Venerable Dharma Image did not stop.

It retracted its fist, and the golden wheel of weapons floating behind it began to rotate automatically. Its right hand naturally grasped a giant scythe, and the scythe blade brought with it a piercing sound of space tearing as it sliced ​​through the void.

This time, it did not attack the Dharma King's body directly, but instead swung its weapon at the source of the shadow beneath his feet.

Wherever the scythe passed, the shadow energy veins that supported the Devouring King's power broke like harvested wheat stalks, and the energy transport units "Devouring Veins" hidden underground by the Devouring Clan were also cut in half.

When facing the local bully, the players of the Allied Battle Group treat it like clocking in for work, prioritizing entertainment.

But when faced with external enemies, they chose to strike hard, displaying the ultimate ferocity of the player race.

The Devouring Dharma King, utterly powerless before the Yama Venerable Dharma Image, let out a desperate shriek, and the giant body formed from countless shadows suddenly exploded.

A figure was enveloped in black mist and shot into the sky like an arrow.

At this moment, the Devouring Dharma King no longer had the will to continue fighting.

Choosing to abandon his shadow form, he revealed his true form, transforming into a twisted stream of shadow light, attempting to tear through the clouds to escape.

"Trying to run?" Yan Zun's Dharma Image roared repeatedly.

He suddenly raised his head, and the golden wheel behind him abruptly stopped turning, causing all twelve weapons to tremble simultaneously.

It released the giant scythe in its hand, letting it transform into a stream of light and return to the golden wheel behind it.

With a clench of his left hand, the Dharma Image of Yan Zun suddenly emitted a crimson stream of light from the center of the golden wheel, which fell into his hand and transformed into a longbow burning with raging flames.

The bow arms are made of solidified magma, and the runes carved on the bow body swirl and dance like illusory flames, making the flames even more intense.

"Brothers, throw all the Blood Burning here."

The God-King's roar echoed in the regional channel.

Immediately, the commanders of the other two battle groups also roared out.

Blood-red light rained down on the image of Yama.

A crimson flame suddenly ignited on the surface of Yan Zun's Dharma form, and the surging energy within his body boiled and raged.

The temperature across the entire battlefield suddenly soared.

At this moment, the right hand of the Yama Venerable Dharma Image slowly rested on the bowstring, and the twelve weapons on his back disintegrated simultaneously, transforming into twelve different colored, rule-based energies that coiled around the bowstring like swimming dragons.

The Mighty Axe (strength), the Shattering Blade (penetration), the Soul-Separating Spear (mental impact), the Thunderclap (destruction), the Black Armored Serpent (venom)... all the rules and characteristics intertwine on the bowstring, ultimately condensing into an arrow whose entire body flows with seven-colored light.

The energy concentrated at the tip of the arrow caused tiny cracks and folds to appear in the surrounding space.

The black rainbow, which had fled to the horizon, seemed to sense the danger and frantically twisted and changed direction, trying to evade the attack.

However, the Yama Venerable Dharma Image did not rush to make a move, but slowly marked the Devouring Dharma King with a "mark" characteristic.

"Finish."

Whoosh!
The moment the arrow leaves the bowstring, time seems to stand still.

The dragonborn and the remaining dragonwing members watching the battle had all their scales standing on end and their bodies trembling. This was a tremor from the soul level, completely beyond their control.

Their vision was instantly enveloped in a rainbow of light.

The seven-colored arrow in his eyes pierced the sky, evaporating the clouds wherever it passed and leaving a vacuum trail.

Even in the deepest darkness, no matter how much the target dodges, the seven-colored arrow, enhanced by the marking effect, accurately hits the fleeing Black Rainbow.

In an instant, the light collapsed inward, forming a black hole that devoured everything.

There was no explosion, no screams; the traces of the Devouring Dharma King's existence were completely erased, leaving not even a speck of dust.

At this moment, the image of Yama released the longbow, and the golden wheel behind him spun again. Then he placed his hand on his ear, as if listening to something.

The next second, a challenger's notification rang out, accompanied by a deafening explosion that shook the world.

In the eyes of the Dragonwing Clan, the almost invincible Devouring Dharma King's journey in the monster world had come to an end, turning into the players' sacrificial power and evolution points.

The Dragonborn, who had watched the entire battle, felt a tightness in his throat.

It twisted its stiff neck to look at Ji Chen beside it:
"What exactly happened to you, kid?"

When questioned, Ji Chen, who rarely showed his emotions, made no attempt to hide his smugness:

"Old Yi, you're the protagonist in the White Demon world, but in this world..." As he spoke, Ji Chen pointed to his nose, then to the player legion on the battlefield:
"We are the main characters."

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(End of this chapter)